C91 Blood-stained Cloud

"Clang!"

A shiny turtle shell fell to the ground.

"Junior Martial Uncle, what's wrong?"

Looking at the grim-faced Huo Tianyu, whose hands were shaking uncontrollably, Xuan Zhuang's brows were tightly knitted!

Never! Never!

The Junior Martial Uncle had never lost his composure like this before!

"It's fine! "It's fine!"

Huo Tianyu seemed to be answering Xuan Zhuang